Have you ever been so annoyed by a problem or mystery that you simply insist on solving it? One day I'll master cofinality and Hartogs numbers and large cardinals. But not now. There are other things to take care of now.
' ... From wrong to wrong the exasperated spirit Proceeds, unless restored by that refining fire Where you must move in measure, like a dancer.' The day was breaking. In the disfigured street He left me, with a kind of valediction, And faded on the blowing of the horn.
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